The Turtle Boy (Timmy Quinn #1)

by Kealan Patrick Burke

In the field beyond, high grass flowed beneath the gentle caress of the slightest of breezes. The land was framed by dying walnut trees, rotten arms severed by lightning long gone, poking up into the sky as if vying for the attention of a deity who could save them.

and just like that I'm there.

He sat so close to the water they could almost hear gravity groaning from the strain of keeping him from falling in.

lovely

"You don't know who did it. When you do, remember what you saw and let it change you. There is only time to let one of them pay for his crimes tonight."

tonight? poor kid

The Turtle Boy's words returned to him again and again, nagging at him and begging to be decoded: You don't know who did it. When you do, remember what you saw and let it change you. Maybe he deserves to die.

??

pallet.

palette